Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Dresden -Deutschland

The historic centre of the city on the River Elbe should be explored on foot - from the Zwinger and the Semper Opera House to the Royal Palace, which is under reconstruction, on to the Frauenkirche and to Brühl's Terrace, and to the town houses in the inner new city (Innere Neustadt).
After bad wartime destruction, Dresden has regained much of its original charm as a remarkable and attractive city.Modern architecture merges with the historical city centre.
The range of art and culture Dresden has in store for its visitors includes some of the world's greatest cultural achievements as well as the bustling, creative life in the urban districts, together with a fascinating "alternative scene".

some september day 1997

that was honeymoon in Dresden!! lovely.

how nice from you sghinopaullimo! and what wonderful meals were taken at Markt -Halle!

Monday, May 30, 2005


Someday in september in Dresden... Posted by Hello


France says NO Posted by Hello


The answer, my friend... Posted by Hello

France says no to Eu Contitution

France delivers its judgment, and Europe is plunged into crisis ·

French voters in overwhelming rejection of constitution·

This is said as the Second French Revolution as a good proportion of the French has voted 'no' because they believed the treaty did too little to guarantee the EU's 'European' character. They wanted a document that would be a more explicit defence of workers' rights than the one they had before them. They dismissed the advice of those, such as their president, who insisted, rightly, that in these respects the treaty was no different from the documents to which France - and the other EU members - were already bound.
"The one conclusion that cannot be drawn from this vote, however, is that France is disengaging from Europe. The active and vociferous debate conducted in all corners of the country as the referendum approached revealed a country riven with doubt about its own identity and about the future. But it also showed a nation profoundly engaged with Europe, in a way that perhaps no other member of the European Union is now, or has ever been. This makes the French result both more significant and, once everyone has got over the initial shock, more heartening. It means that Europe matters."


my patchwork from international press

Umberto Saba: what is left to do for poets

Umberto Saba was born in Trieste in 1883 from Jewish mother. The father left the family and Umberto living among family conflicts and suffering from the absence of his father grew with a marked sense of melancholy and dissatisfaction.
The scholastic career is rather irregular , he abandons the grammar school and frequents only for a little time the Imperial Regal Academy of commerce and nautical, interrupting to get a job in a commercial firm. He finally embarks as a cabin-boy on a merchantman.
Saba is his pseudonym meaning bread in Jewish. In 1911 he married Lina and has a daughter.
After the first world war it opens a small antiquarian bookstore that will be the practical activity of all of his life and it will allow him to modestly live in Trieste and to devote himself to the poetic production. In 1921 he composes The Canzoniere and after a few years Preludes, Autobiography and The jails.
The racial laws force him to leave Italy and after a stay in Paris he returns to our country and lives hidden at some friends' in Florence and Rome. The 25 August of 1957 Umberto Saba dies at Gorizia.

The goat

The goat


I talked to a goat.
It was alone on the lawn, it was roped.
Replete with grass, wet
from the rain, she was bleating.



That same bleating was brotherly
to my pain.
And I responded, for jest at first ,
then because pain is eternal,
it has a voice and it doesn't vary.
This voice I 've heard
groaning in a solitary goat.



From a goat with a Semitic face
I've heard the moaning of every other pain
of every other life.



Umberto Saba


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Mick and Keith Posted by Hello

Sunday, May 29, 2005

two's a crowd on my cloud, baby

Get Off Of My Cloud


I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor
of my block
And I sit at home looking out the window
Imagining the world has stopped
Then in flies a guy who's all dressed up
like a Union Jack
And says, I've won five pounds

if I have his kind of detergent pack
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud

Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby
The telephone is ringing

I say, "Hi, it's me. Who is there on the line?"
A voice says, "Hi, hello, how are you?"
Well, I guess I'm doin' fine
He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise
Don't you people ever wanna go to bed ?Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have
to drive me out of my head?"
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud

Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby
I was sick and tired, fed up with this

And decided to take a drive downtown
It was so very queit and peaceful
There was nobody, not a soul around
I laid myself out, I was so tired
And I started to dream
In the morning the parking tickets were just
like a flag stuck on my window screen
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby
I say, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd



Jagger/Richards



Friday, May 27, 2005


Afghan Women for Clementina Freedom Posted by Hello


Clementina Cantoni FREE!!!! Posted by Hello

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Free Clementina now

Please help Clementina. She has been taken.
For three years she served 10,000 widows and 50,000 war orphans in Afghanistan.
Care International

contributions

I feel sure my friend hg has got a good taste for drawing. this is what cyberfeeling suggests to me.
Maybe one of these days on this blog we will be presented with some fine delicate artworks.What would this blog be without some friend's little help? :->
( ) :-*

dedicated to hg

rewriting (chewing)

Faces circus


Follow my line
My face
A wave
reflected in the tide
taken to a shore
where there's a shell
my harbor.

The man
still behind my face
fears my shell
my own harbor
it
turns him mad
with the fear
the signals
in his blood
will not be sent anymore

Radiodervish

The group was started in Bari in 1997 after the experience of Al Darawish. Their songs are meant as some small workshop wherein we find a way through western to eastern culture unveiling the symbols and the myths of all Mediterranean cultural existence. It's a borderland where processes are unified as much as separated. Hence we are presented with a sophisticated sound design where melody meets lyrics in Italian, Arabic, English ,French and Spanish rooted
in both the Arab tradition and western musical tradition.


Radiodervish Posted by Hello


Nabil's italian friend, Alessandro Pipino Posted by Hello


Nabil's italian friend, Michele Lobaccaro Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 25, 2005


from our friend Akemi,
a tiny island in the middle of the lake on a mountain. Posted by Hello


Nabil Salameh a Palestinian of Muslim origin whose family has been refugee to Lebanon after the Israeli- Palestinian conflict..
He came to Europe to accomplish university studies and is currently living in Italy .
He has got a wonderful unique voice tone and founded with his Italian friends the Radiodervish intercultural pop group. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

The Face Of A Woman



I dwell in the face of a woman
who dwells in a wave
flung by the tide
to a shore that has lost it s harbor
in its shells.
I live in the face of a woman
who murders me,
who desires to be
a dead beacon
in my blood sailing
to the very end of madness.



Adonis- a Sirian poet
Translated by Kamal Abu-Deeb

it was so long time ago

it was 1995 when the Rolling Stones released their version of wonderful Dylan's song with Stripped cd.
check it out now and many more on this



http://www.bobdylan.com/albums/highway.html




like a rolling stone



Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.How does it fee
lHow does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?




ENJOY THE SONG

you knows???

will akemi send any beautiful pictures of the stunning landscape of her country????
hope she will.
please akemy , help our blog to grow wider....

in the case you haven't got that yet....

Akemi and me are but crazy about the greatest rolling band in the world .
You guess who!!!

Pleased to meet Highgate again

please, everyboy meets Akemy a kind person from Japan.
Thank you Akemi! hope you 'll join this blog many times more.

my kind friend from Japan

Highgate has just joined me in celebrating Mr Zimmerman's birthday.

"Happy Birthday to Mr.Bob Dylan!!
Thank you so much for having composed "Like A Rolling Stone"
So now the Stones play it and also we can sing "like a rolling stone" to them.
Wish you a happy happy birthday"
highgate

happy birthday to bob

today 24th may is bob dylan 's birhtday: happy birthday Mr Zimmermann


Birthday cake for Bob!!! Posted by Hello

Monday, May 23, 2005

Please, have a stay at


Morrison Hotel Posted by Hello

SIGNAL TO NOISE

You know the way that things go
when what you fight for starts to fall
and in that fuzzy picture
he writing stands out on the wall
so clearly on the wall
nusrat qwalli section
send out the signals deep and loud


and in this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile - while the cradle’s burning
all the while the world is turning to noise
oh the more that it’s surrounding us
the more that it destroys
turn up the signal
wipe out the noise

nusrat qwalli section

send out the signal deep and loud
man i'm losing sound and sight
of all those who can tell me wrong from right
when all things beautiful and bright
sink in the night
yet there’s still something in my heart
that can find a way to make a start
to turn up the signal wipe out the noise
wipe out the noise
wipe out the noise
you know that’s it
you know that’s it
you know that’s it
receive and transmit
receive and transmit
receive and transmit
you know that’s it
you know that’s it
receive and transmit
you know that’s it
you know that’s it
receive and transmit

Peter Gabriel


Drums: Steve GaddDohl drums: The Dohl FoundationPercussion: Ged Lynch, Steve GaddGuitars: David Rhodes
Strings: The London Session Orchestra
String Arrangement: Peter Gabriel, Will Gregory
Orchestration: Nick Ingham
Additional Vocals: Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Backing Vocals: David Rhodes
Programming: Richard ChappellOxford
Backwards Samples, Mellotron, SansAmp, MPC


An America Prayer, 1978- The Doors

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom Have you been borne yet & are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is dry blood beast Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine amassing for warfare on innocent herdsman who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life Our passion'd flower Cling to Cunts & cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus groin got filled w/green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us W/the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A nightr of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala for me & for you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The things of Kindness & unsporting brow Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists in school books Did you know madmen are running our prisons w/in a jail, w/in a gaol w/in a white free protestant maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain south Cruel bindings The sevants have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed they are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a stranger hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the Giant family


"We all now wear a burqa, you don't know who is who, if you want to meet your sister it could be your uncle too, blueee, burka blueee" Posted by Hello

Saturday, May 21, 2005

children for peace

No Peace with Guns
by Raneisha, age 11, East New York, NYC



I feel peaceful when I am sleeping in my bed
Because when you are in the real world
You could not be peaceful in some places.
When I am sleeping, I feel peaceful.

People are getting killed
Up in the real world with guns.
When I am dreaming I feel like

I am safe there in my bed.
For the world to be peaceful,
First they need to stop selling guns.
When I am dreaming I feel peaceful

Because I don’t like guns,
But in the real world I have to see
People get hurt up with guns.
When I am at my house, I am peaceful.


thank you Raneisha!

in search of...

i'm searching for a community dimension for my life, a symbolic place wherein values and ideas may grow on a ground layer made of respect for nature, children and humanity and of a high mutual sense of sharing.
pax in our hearts

escaping

let's escape from the Aclatraz 'walls of our mind, where sweet chains are choking us

Thursday, May 19, 2005


afgan widows protesting against kidnappers Posted by Hello

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Maratea

some people takes it as a splendid place to spend ones' holiday
few others remind it as the place where most childhood summer days were spent.
magnificent views anyway....


Maratea's gulf Posted by Hello

Monday, May 16, 2005


Lennon and Jagger Posted by Hello

Sunday, May 15, 2005

my hit-list up to 18 (1979):

1. Angie (Jagger/Richards) ......" when no love is in our soul/and no money in our coat/ you can't say we're satisfied...."
2.It's all over now baby blue ( Bob Dylan)
3. La primavera di Praga ( Francesco Guccini)
4.Non farti cadere le braccia ( Edoardo Bennato)
5. Land ( Patti Smith)
6.Spingule francese ( NCCP-napoli)
7.The end (The Doors) ......" can you picture what will be /so limitless and free/ desperately in need of some
stranger's hand / in a desperate land.."
8. Mongoloid (Devo)....." one chromosome, too many..."
9. Psychokiller ( Talking Heads) ..." qu'est-ce que c'est"
10. White light/White heat ( Velvet Underground)

Saturday, May 14, 2005

it's been only rock'n'roll

and i still like it!

Gus Van Sant at Cannes Film Festival


Gus Van Sant and actors at Cannes Posted by Hello

Friday, May 13, 2005

"Last Days "

LAST DAYS

After the great success of Elephant( 2003) the North American director tries again with his new LAST DAYS, a movie dedicated to the suicide of Curt Cobain lead-voice of best known Nirvana and grundge movement beloved ikon. Starring : Micheal Pitt.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Cannes Mix: les Troublemakers

Pendant toute la durée du Festival, la musique de films est à l'honneur à travers l'approche électronique de jeunes créateurs. En prélude à la séance du Cinéma de la Plage, un DJ international est en effet invité à mixer des bandes originales de films. Sur le principe des ciné-mix initiés par MK2 Music en 1999, des artistes tels que Fred Elalouf, les Troublemakers, Rupert Huber, Wakal et Nicolas Saada se succéderont aux platines pour rendre hommage à leur manière aux grands compositeurs de musiques de films. A 20h45, ce sont les Troublemakers qui inaugureront les soirées Cannes-Mix en composant en live et pendant 45 minutes des ambiances musicales au Cinéma de la Plage.


The Wenders' movie I prefer, "Paris,Texas" Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

cinema update

Mr Wim Wenders from Germany is presenting at Cannes Movies Festival 2005 his last DON'T COME KNOCKING starring Sam Shepard ane Jessica Lange.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

tips for how to spend more quality time with your mother

Here are some tips for how to spend more quality time with your mother and a few small ways that you can let her know you love her, no matter how hectic your life becomes.

Give her a surprise phone call on your lunch break.


Take a childhood picture of you two together and have it framed.


Take her out for coffee.


Write a card describing all the ways in which she inspires you.


Cook her dinner every night for a week. (Think about all the dinners she cooked for you.)


Buy her something she would never buy for herself.


Think of one thing that your mother hates to do, then do it for her.


If she lives far away from you, make an effort to call or send notes regularly.


Sign her up for a cooking class or gym membership.

Think about your mother’s favourite hobby, then put together a basket of items that reflects her interest.

extract from Fashion Canada's most read fashion magazine

my head is filled

too many thoughts invade my head, can't distinguish between the true and the false ones.
maybe art could give some help.
keep waiting for some new hints..

Saturday, May 07, 2005


Beer and written music. Posted by Hello

today's star

jim douglas morrison wrote a thousand words on the life he was experiencing in California where he belonged. It was in the faboulous sixties that a complete search for both intellectual and moral freedom started out: cinema,poetry,and rock&roll became the preferred canals to experiment and pass along new ideas. and Jim and his band were among the loudest speakers of the movement.
thank you jim,ray,john and robby

The ceremony is about to begin

............................................
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin
Wake up!

You can't remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
The snake was pale gold
Glazed and shrunken
We were afraid to touch it
The sheets were hot dead prisons
Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!I can't live thru each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . .......
j morrison&the doors

Friday, May 06, 2005

art

unfortunately i can't post any visual items.
i'm not denied however to tell you what i got in mind...

http://www.biography.com/impressionists/painting_morisot.html

doing what??

i'm waiting for some friend to join me!
There is nought better to be
With noble souls of company:
There is nought dearer than to wend
With good friends faithful to the end.
This is the love whose fruit is sweet;
Therefore to abide within is meet.
Mahabharata (B.C.400)

a look at

some may find this good!

http://www.markusmizne.com/images/wallpaper/red_yellow_white_1024.jpg

Thursday, May 05, 2005

some kind of shakespearian delight

My Mistress's Eyes
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lip's red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
In some perfumes there is more delight
Than the breath with which my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
that music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
William Shakespeare, sonnet 130

a party

this blog will be very pleased to celebrate Bob Dylan's incredible life.

join us on the 24th may


On 24th of this month Bob Dylan will be 64 years old. Posted by Hello

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

children poetry

Le puceron
Le puceron cherche le dictionnaire.
Pourquoi le cherche-t-il ?Il veut retrouver sa famille !
Le dictionnaire est sur l'étagère
Le puceron descend le dictionnaire de l'étagèreIl l'ouvre à la page du tibia.
Non, ce n'est pas ça !
Il tourne quelques pages et se retrouve au mot poulain ?Mmh... allons plus loin !
Il va à la page biberon.Oui ! c'est ça ! biberon, bonbon, cocon, et puceron !
Une image panoramique, tout en couleur
De ses frères et soeurs se dressait sur cette page.
Alors il fait un bond et se retrouve au milieu de ses frères,
Sur une brindille verte qui brille.
Louis

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

evening by now

are you wondering about what to do when evening comes?

are you feeling torn apart ?

has your day gone really bad?

well drop some lines , take a drink and have a try at a Guardian Quiz

http://www.guardian.co.uk/quiz/questions/0,5961,646485,00.html

good evening world and have fun

Monday, May 02, 2005

children

our thoughts and actions should be devoted to children.
in return of it we'll get full accomplishment of our plans

children

children are the salt
of the earth


For all the children of the world!!! Posted by Hello